A Tiger in the Zoo
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage ,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around house
At the Jungle's edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
But he's lockEd in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.
Nikita Babre
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My name is Nikita Babre.
My father name is popan kumar.
My mother name is Ruby.
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